I thought I would share the story of how we came up with our son's name. Not that you need some super-cheesy-deep reason behind your child's name, you can name them whatever you want, but a few people have asked so here it goes.
When Brad and I started dating and I knew I was going to marry him, (the first night we met, but that's a blog post for another day!) I whipped out my "list" of baby names I had been accumulating since junior high. He didn't run away for some reason, so I knew I had a keeper. One of the boy names on that list was Roman. I had first discovered that name between the pages of a book called Chataine's Guardian by Robin Hardy. I borrowed the book when I was about 13 or 14 years old, and fell in love with the character named Roman. The book is a fictional, christian based story about a soldier (Roman) who is assigned to be the guardian of the princess since he is the king's most trusted warrior. Spoiler alert! Roman wins over Princess Deirdre's wild heart with his daily, unconditional love and service to her. (Reminds me of my prince!) Just like Roman couldn't help but fall head over heels for the princess, I couldn't help but fall in love with this strong, yet gentle man. I held onto that name for many years and kept it close to my heart until it was time to give my heart away.
I remember the first time I told Brad I liked the name "Roman" for a boy. I was so afraid he was going to shut it down, to say he didn't like it, or it was too weird. He looked up at me with those baby blues and said softly, "That's my favorite book of the Bible." My heart swelled almost to the size of my growing belly, he liked it! "It's very manly", he added. Daddy approved. I was hesitant to name our baby before we saw him. What if he didn't LOOK like the name we picked? But I couldn't shake the feeling that this was meant to be the name of our child all along, as if we didn't pick it after all.
His middle name was a no-brainer, James is Brad's middle name, and if there's one person on earth I hope Roman can emulate, it's his daddy. Roman James it was. It flowed perfectly together, it was manly and unique, yet not too strange. It was easy to spell, pronounce, and had a cool story behind it. (Just don't call him RJ, haha!)
Roman, we love you so much. My prayer for you is that you will be selfless and loyal like the Roman of the book. That you will be a strong and trusted warrior for the Lord, and guard all that He blesses you with fiercely. I pray that you will have the patience and self-discipline of your father, that your eyes will stay blue like his, and your shared love for music will keep those little feet dancing forever.
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